Julia was a sweet young lady that I met, that seemed to be madly in love with my best friend George. I met her at the Thursday night Senior Center dance where she displayed her inherent sensuality while clinging close to George. Many of the seniors were appalled at this couple because George was quite pale because of the aging process, and Julia was a deep rich ebony youngster, 28 years in age. At least everyone kept their comments and feelings to themselves, and we all had a good time enjoying the band, and freedom of motion. After the dance, the three of us spent time chatting, for me to discover this girl is very bright, and the understanding of George and Julia's relationship becoming more comprehensive.
After a few more get togethers we sort of bonded into a fellowship. Julia took me back a bit when she said she is now in love with me - in front of George, making him titter in laughter – confusing me!
I told her, "I do not wish to abuse a friendship my dear, and I cannot interfere with your relationship," which then broke her up.
"Al, are you so narrow minded that you have to follow some societal rules for friendship? Is your ego so large you cannot conceive that I don't have more friends than just the two of you? And do you think I am captivated onto George by sexual activity? I simply do not have to copulate to love, and am able to love others for the emotional support they render. Love is emotional, sex is totally different, and is animal gratification – an uncontrollable natural tool for species survival!"
With that she gave me a big hug and a kiss on the cheek, looked me in the eyes and said, "Thanks lover."
A month went by with out a get-together. I received a call from Julia stating that George is dying and has been committed to a sanitarium by his family. She had also been stripped away from him by his family, making it impossible for her visitation, and would I at least be a correspondent for continuing communications between her and George. I agreed, and told her I would see her at the park that was close to her apartment for updating, tomorrow afternoon.
The day was a balmy summer day with light breezes when I saw Julia in jeans and a black T-shirt sitting on a park bench appearing upset. I sat beside her and said "hi lover, what is wrong with my sweet lady on such a nice day."
She tearfully looked into my eyes said, "George died last night – I just lost my number one love."
"I am terribly sorry, honey. I haven't heard a thing about it." Twisting her about, I pulled her into my arms, and after pressing cheeks in a tender hug I placed my lips upon hers. I felt her arms move about me, and her passion build to surprise me as her tongue slipped past my lips. I felt her shake with sexual excitement for a few moments while the stabbing motions of our tongues continued, and the pressure of our bodies increased, until we finally gained control and separated.
"Thanks Al, I needed that, I am still a female I hope you realize. I loved George and will miss him forever. He was totally unable to enjoy me physically, but that does not eliminate my hurt of losing him."
I kissed her again while feeling her relax in my arms, totally yielding onto me, as in permission for me to take advantage of her. I then said "Too bad we are on a park bench in the middle of the afternoon," which broke up her sadness - and made her giggle a bit. "Let me drive you home lover," which brought forth another snicker as we trudged off to my car.
Upon entering my Beatle she commented, "as you know by now, I enjoy my living individuality to the point I have lost all desire to be pupetized by society, and so I am as liberated a female as they come. I do realize life goes on and I will live life to the fullest, with fond memories of George; however, I have already accepted the realism of his departure, and do not need any morning or recovery time. His life has ended as a normal function of living; and as a movie ends and the screen dims, the vision of performing creatures and their interplay ends - George is simply non-existent now!"
After starting the car, and getting out in traffic Julia gave me instructions on how to get to her apartment. "Please count on me to be there for you lover," I said.
And she answered "I definitely intend to because I mentioned I had many friends; however, I only had two lovers...George and you. I hope I do not become too big a burden, Al." Taking her hand in mine we drove further.
"You know Al, George was rather kinky sexually; however aging had worn him down to the point performing was out of the question, however he was hoping that the two of us would let him enjoy his voyeurism, but time interceded. Yes, I would have done it for him, but I would have enjoyed it with you, doubling the reason."
"Darn it (I almost dropped the bug into a chuck hole), if I knew you had a thing for us older guys, I would have pleasured the two of you in a heartbeat."
She smiled, "George told me you have fantastic staying power, and are a extraordinary sex partner,
firmly
believing in ladies first. Here we are lover, burn the navigation into your mind."
I ran around the car to help this exciting lady out of her seat, and pulled my typical stunt of slipping on a small rain puddle that was a remnant of yesterday's rainstorm, depositing mud on my pants. We both laughed it off, and I took her in my arms and kissed her again – the torrid heat was still burning in both of us. She pushed me back and said "we better get inside before we have another mess on your pants to cleanup."
"Gosh lady, you have lots of confidence. Maybe you're expecting too much out of an old bull? If I would choose the best way to join George, um, you may just have the answer."
Pulling me through the hallway with a big grin on her face we stopped in front of another woman sitting on a couch reading a paper. "Sara, this is Al who I told you about. Entertain him while I use the john."